
“Eye of the Needle” by Vladimir Kush
forget about camels
contrite men may pass through
the needle to grace
earthly goods left behind
no more wounds need be sewn
“Eye of the Needle” by Vladimir Kush
forget about camels
contrite men may pass through
the needle to grace
earthly goods left behind
no more wounds need be sewn
“Agony in the Garden” by El Greco
in a sorrow of olives
did agony speak
quiet lesson in prayer
a foreboding of
imminent suffering
let this cup pass
will and weakness
conjoined and inhered
in a most human hour
while nearby exhaustion
from grief and from fear
laid three hearts down
in sleep of despair
loath to witness
a strengthening angel
assist in their Teacher’s
divine transformation
resolved to submission
embracing with passion
all pain of mortality
trusting that love
has a purpose
a purpose so great
it required dark
midnight betrayal
to reach its fulfilment
“Creation” by OneLifeOneArt
light appeared
divine instant
an infinite spark
cosmic womb
bearing life
from the void
a beginning
of numberless
edifications
perpetual motion
of stillness
from nothing
an everything
filling the
endlessness
empathic spaces
that quicken
the depth and
the breadth
of all time
light appeared
divine instant
an infinite spark
generations
commenced
seven days
of eternity
* * *
“These are the generations (toledoth) of the heavens and the earth when they were created.” – Genesis 2:4
“Broken Idol” by Ralph Wickiser
tragic are the heroes
who succumb to the light
the revealing bright truth
of assiduous time
head and shoulders
perceived pure of gold
breast ennobled of silver
brass waist legs of iron
poor flawed feet of clay
thus do kingdoms
divide themselves
unto their fall
what good are wood bones
when the city’s on fire
and everyone’s pockets are
bulging with match heads
the end has been scripted
by gasoline quills on the skin
burning skies disappear into
hot roars of finitude clearing
out caverns of space-time
continuum room for the
gang of us one-way eternities
incense of smokerise
departing our ash heaps
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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